The woman had been spoiled rotten and was completely unreasonable.
The man thought it was time to assert his authority, and wasn't about to let the woman haggle as he disciplined her.
There wasn't enough time to let Alexander Summers shine, so he simply delayed the takeoff time. That's the convenience of a private jet.
Alexander Summers was never satisfied.
After a stormy interlude, they finally calmed down two hours later.
Purple Summers was drenched in sweat, her throat almost hoarse, not sure if from screaming or crying, and she was extremely thirsty.
Alexander handed her water and teased with a chuckle, "Were you trying to drown it just now?"
Drinking, Purple choked, coughing so loudly it shook the heavens, her face turning a brilliant red, "Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough!... Shameless—cough, cough—shameless!"
She wanted to scold more, but she lacked the extra strength.
